Sickness is felt, but health not at all...

So, after writing my account of Swine flu, I'm kinda out of things to say.

I'm contemplating writing about myself yet again but I always feel so self absorbed when I do. Not a nice feeling or quality to possess.

Then again, what do I care? Every single bloody time I log into Facebook I see countless status updates complaining of ills and frets. I don't particularly want to know if you've had a dream that you were dead and now you're really sad about it. Or if your new found hobby is to complain about illness/diseases you really do not have.

If you are remotely normal, you would probably only mention you are contagious, so we know to keep away from you. However, since Swine flu is around...everyone is ill. Is the cough you've had for the last two months now deadly and about to kill your friends and family? No? Then shut up.

I can't say I haven't done it in the past...not that I can remember, but I don't do it every status update. If you are one of these people...look at the comments your "friends" leave you. If it's a "get well soon" kinda thing, lap it up, enjoy and move on. If it's a sarcastic comment or an attempt at sarcasm, STOP. You may love the attention but I can say that most of us really do not.

I really do use this space to rant waaaay too much..

Anyway, moving on...

I want to do something tomorrow, but I have no idea what. If you have any ideas...do share. Was supposed to be road tripping it with Marc but his car died. Only a lil' bit dead, but still...Sad times. I'm secretly hoping it's going to rain tomorrow because at least then I know no one else will be having fun on the road on their way to Brighton.

And before you all complain that I'm a miserable bitch...


...I've never denied it.

Peace out skorkleburtums. xoxo

Twittering madness I tell you - Fbook off.

Hello.

I've been twittering away for a while now, and tend to update it quite often...more so than facebook. I'm still happy with facebook, but it has definitely lost its charm. I kinda miss the simplicity of it. I really really do not want to see stupid apps and ridiculous fan pages because as much as I am a fan of sleeping, hot showers and the rest of it...so is everyone else. There is no need to celebrate basic human needs, wants and loves, so shut up. Come on, "Become a fan of laughing"...NO.

That's a fail of epic proportions.

And if you are one of the four friends who became a fan of afore mentioned, then you should be ashamed. Perhaps start a new fan page "Hating Gemma Berry". I'd join that one. Hell, imma set it up! See how many fans I get who love to hate me...

...not many who'd care enough me thinks. Perhaps it would be more shattering to my ego if I set up a "Gemma Berry" fan page and not have any fans add me to their profile..

Losers.

Twitter on the other hand has no such nonsense. You update your status, follow some peeps, some peeps follow you. That's about it. Easy peasy, none of this "Dickfor Brains sent you shit on a stick, send some back!" rubbish. And so long as you're not tweeting your every move, it's fun.

But don't start joining. If too many people join they will probably think they need to change something which is fine as it is. Tweets will be called twats and twats will be called cocks. Topsy turvy this world will become and I will (to no avail) go and stand in a park pretending to be a great Oak.

Or a weeping Willow. Or a tit in the grass.

And so I have come to an end. This blog entry will now cease to be.

An exblog, if you will.

Peace out humankillings xoxo